It rains, and rains, and rains—
The earth is a drum of a thousands
Rhythms, yet so dry it remains—
Words like trembling droplets that slide
Away, caressing its whole surface
Unable to penetrate inside.
It rains like tears of joy and
Grief and hope, fear maybe, who knows?
No one seems to really understand.
I’m a droplet, I’m a word, I am
A silence, a smile, a mysterious
Gaze. I flow and flow and break the rhyme.
It’s fine. But if only I could let
You savour a grain of that freedom,
Beauty and Love that is all there,
So obvious! If only I could find
The open crack in your stony skin
To sneak inside and from there release
That taste… like a moment of pure being.
All would be done—the rain would cease.